A Ceremony

What I lessons have I learned?
There are illusions to be burned
Let them rise like smoke and disappear,
ending this foolishness and fear;
the dreams from which I at last awoke
I see they were never more than smoke
and mirrors, delusions and fears
sliding, intriguing, raging while tears
were choked back in the latest attack

But I’ll be getting back on track
liberated from a heavy doom
My life will resume as flames consume
every illusion posing as a solution,
cluttering my mind like so much pollution

I'm enjoying the dawn of this day
Watching illusions blow away

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